next round of physical play. Stepping in the stall ahead of me, he turned to me, "When you get back east Blonde, I know what you ought to do. You should find yourself a ladies dormitory and streak it. Shit, so long as you stiff out a boner like the one you've got now and with all that pretty light body hair, you're bound to get at least a couple of the girls to drop what they're doing and run after you."

I laughed heartily at this generous but implausibly comical compliment. Retorting, "I think you would do better to attract many more females to run after you're naked butt than mine, my friend."

He let out a high-pitched giggle as the spray of water started to jet out of the showerhead. "We should join forces. Your next trip out here, let's the both of us take a trip to the girl's college in town. We'll streak a dorm together." The volume of his laughter was louder than the rushing water. With an impish grin like a schoolboy in a conspiratorial prank, he continued. "We'll just wear old rags on our way in so that if we can't get back to our clothes, it'll be no loss. We'll sneak away, our cocks waving around in the night air, before the cops come in and bust our bare asses." He was lit up with this bawdy scenario and let out a cattleman's whoop and banged on the stall wall with his fist. I had to admit I liked the way my new captive thought. Sometimes, no matter how hard one may try, the male of our species will always think with his dick. Starting to lather his sumptuous body parts, he casts almost a sober expression. "But you know one thing I learned today, Blonde? I really think that if we were to streak a men's dorm, we would turn more heads and get more guys to follow us than anybody else."

This was the one image that had more than a grain of truth to it, to me. My new intimate was being acquainted with a whole new paradigm of erotic attractions and the pleasures that follow. For a fleeting moment, it occurred to me that being naked together in any public setting cast an air of absurdity. We would certainly be perceived as mismatched: an archetype "odd couple". He must exceed me in height by 8 inches and is far superior to me in overall body condition, not to speak of clashing hair color and skin tone. "We would eventually be kidnapped into one of the bedrooms and a bunch of horny gang bangers would have their way with us", I intoned with mock seriousness.

My shower mate winked at me and acted out exaggerated boxing swipes. "I would fight them off for both of us." I had never taken a shower in such close proximity with such an Adonis like figure. As he soaped and lathered himself with glistening sensuality, I had absentmindedly begun to stroke my own aching 6.5" uncut cock to relieve the turmoil and tension that had been ruminating in my loins for so much of the day. The soft moans I elicited and open-mouthed face I wore betrayed the weary delicious feelings that were smothering me as I attended to my long pent up passionate tensions. "That's right, buddy", he spoke softly and reassuringly. "Just think about all those gals and guys who would chase after you. Think of how they would be just clamoring to get at your cock."